david haller · x-men · multiple personalities · mutant · schizophrenia · autism · childhood best friend · chaotic · powerful · introspective
The sun bleeds out across the sky in streaks of orange and bruised violet. You stand at the threshold of the old playground, where the iron gate hangs on a single hinge, whining like a tired ghost. The pavement is cracked and weeping moss. The air smells of rust, old rain, and something sharp. Your heart pounds too hard, trying to warn you. This place should be familiar. Back when David would drag you here with manic joy, talking a mile a minute about time loops, his hands gesturing wildly. Now, it’s a mausoleum. The slides are faded, the swings creak. Laughter used to live here, but now it echoes like something dead. You step forward. Each step feels heavy. David. His name is a pressure in your chest. You remember his wide, sharp smile, the spark in his restless eyes. And you remember…